Category: my ramblings

This past weekend I went with Sandy to visit her family. I survived. Well, actually I did more than survive: I think I did pretty well. Her brother hugged me. Apparently this is something that doesn’t happen very often. I was pretty much just following Sandy for the whole weekend, but it was alright. It was still a lot of fun though.

I still haven’t decided exactly what I’m doing, but I’m leaning towards taking a summer semester and staying in Guelph, depending on what courses are being offered. Actually, I just checked and it looks like I might just do that.

Just a quick note: sometime on the third of this month this page (the homepage) logged its four thousanth hit, according to NedStat.

It’s fun to spell out numbers.

Been listening to Asian Dub Foundation lately.

My parents seem to be under the impression lately that I am making a mistake out of my life. Mistake #1 seems to be not taking school seriously enough. Well I am saying now that I am done failing courses and I have always been serious about finishing my degree, and now I have someone to help motivate me, which leads me directly into mistake #2. Mistake #2 seems to be moving in with my girlfriend and being “too serious” or something like that. Well, I think it is one of the best things to ever happen in my life and I wouldn’t change it for the world, because I am in love. Yes, that’s right.

Checks web server logs…

Hey, looks like my dad has been reading my web page! Hi!

Back in Guelph now. Happy to be here.

“I enjoy all the meats of our cultural stew” — Homer

Sorry, had to say that, I couldn’t resist. If you’ve seen the Honda Civic commercial featuring that song, the guy in the car is Pat Mastroianni, who played Joey Jeremiah in the Degrassi serieses on CBC.

Things concerning school have cleared up for the time being. If I keep putting my mind to it it will all get sorted out in the end.

Getting a haircut is always a weird thing for me. I dread going for some unknown reason, but after it’s done I feel so good. I got a haircut today. I didn’t really dread going beforehand, being there was good, and I felt great afterwards. Yay. I think that getting your hair cut is like being on the subway: there is an almost total stranger who is invading your personal space for an extended period of time. Who wants some weird person with sharp implements near your head? Think about it.

Yay! UNNA is back from the dead!

Well, it’s pretty much official. I’ve got to get my shit together for next semester or else I’m hosed. Well, I’m pretty hosed anyways, I’ve just got to get un-hosed. I got some “good” lectures from my mom today. I hate to say it or even be at this point, but it’s make-or-break time. Next semester I’m either going to turn the bend or fall into the gutter.

How I’m going to do that (turn the corner, that is) I’m not quite sure yet. Lots of things come to mind: drop my extra-curricular involvment, lock myself in my room for the entire semester without a 3D card or network connection… well, OK, those two. And I’ve got to do this while my life is taking some more interesting turns at the same time.

I’m going to miss Sandy in bed tonight. it’sonlytwoweeksit’sonlytwoweeksit’sonlytwoweeks.

Well, it’s less than an hour until my final exam and the end of the whole bloody semester. It’s been a big fucking mixed bag for the past four months, that’s for sure. I really need to have a huge big rant soon.

Back when I was still BBSing (yes, children, before the Internet) I used to be in a message group on CANet called Teen Chat. At the time I was around 12, so wasn’t really a teen, but I really enjoyed talking to people there. One thing that everyone did was post big long rants. Pretty much any message over ~150 lines was considered a rant. Everyone read everything and offered advice, or just kind words. It wasn’t even necessary to get replies to your rant; you knew that it was getting read by hundreds (maybe thousands) of people, and that they cared a little bit.

Maybe that’s what I wish my web page was like. I get hits from some pretty diverse groups here: my friends who read regularly or semi-regularly, people who pick up the URL from my signature in an e-mail on a mailing list archive or deja.com, people looking for Newton Resources, wayward search engine results, my parents who know that this exists and read every now and then (hi Mom! hi Dad!)

I really don’t care who reads this stuff. I’ve never been attacked for anything I’ve written here. Most of it is just my own personal ranting – rants like I used to write on CANet Teen Chat. It’s therapy. It’s out there for anyone who wants to to read, or not read, as they choose.

Anyways, I’m pretty sure now that this semester mostly sucked. I feel like academically I’m up against a wall. Socially things are just changing – in the last month I’ve been spending more time with Sandy at the house and less time with my other friends. For reasons beyond my comprehension I still feel pressured by my parents; even though I know that they love me the most, and will always love me the most, I have this unshakeable fear of them. It’s a curse. A curse that I can’t seem to get rid of. It’s fucking pulling me down, I think. I’m trying to get away from them but keep on fucking things up and I could get help but instead I just lie, lie, lie, lie until I start believing the lies myself. I’ve gotten really really good at lying to people and to myself.

For some cosmically bizzare reason I don’t lie to Sandy. We are connected, somehow, so that I am totally open to her. And I think she is totally open to me. It’s always hard to tell with another person unless you can crawl inside them and look through their eyes; but that’s pretty hard to do, believe me I’ve tried. But she is the best thing to happen to me this semester, this year, maybe even in my life.

I’m sitting in the chair in the living room of the house I’ll be livingin next semester, semi-watching High Fidelity and downloading Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie MP3s. Tomorrow is my last exam. Blah blah blah. I don’t even know why I’m writing here. I’m going to go away now.

My friends have been waiting for Dungeons and Dragons, but I’m still waiting for Angelina Jolie with lots of guns and a British accent. I am booked for June 15th.

That’s not what it sounds like, it’s a track by DJ Keoki.

Well, just finished writing my first exam. I have this strange ability to always finish exams way early. I think it’s because I really don’t want to be there, so I finish writing as fast as I can. Anyways, the exam was alright, two of the questions I got spot-on, the other two were not as good, but I still did them. This was a philosophy exam, BTW. Possibly the only exam where you can’t bullshit unless it is analytic.

Exam stress always leaves me after I write the first one, so now I’m feeling all loose and good.

Exams are probably the stupidest form of evaluation, especially this one. The prof gave us nine questions in advance, three groups of three, and one question from each group is on the exam. So everyone goes out and has to prepare /all/ the questions. It’s a lot of work gone to waste. And what if I prepared some questions better than others? Should I be punished solely on these grounds? If everyone just handed in their prepared questions as their final exams it would be a lot fairer. Of course, I don’t thing quantative evaluation is even fair in and of itself, and one day I will write a book about it. But for now I’m going to unwind a bit and play Unreal Tournament.